January 05, 2006
In Which I Learn I Am Not Felix Unger

Bought some new socks tonight and was shocked to read (alas, when I got home) the care instructions. "Hand wash. Do not bleach. Line dry." Hand wash my socks? Are they serious, I wondered? In the first place, it doesn't seem like hand-washed socks would ever really get clean. And they'd have that crunchy line-dried-in-the-bathroom aspect. More to the point: who has time for this? Seriously, is there anybody who does this? Or do they all have personal valets and ladies' maids?

I admit, I considered it for a second. I envisioned myself armed with liquid soap and towels and the bathroom festooned with socks. But only for a second. Of all the realities I have had to accept today, possibly the one that went down easiest was that I will never have the kind of lifestyle that includes hand-washed socks. See you in the laundromat.

Posted at January 05, 2006 09:30 PM

If I'd been with you, as your counsel I would have advised against any socks which are made from the raw silk of mulberry eating caterpillers, silk which is untreated by dyes or preservatives, and which requires the washing in distilled waters from Abyssinia.

Unfortnately, it appears I did not get there in time.

Posted by: Eric Sinclair on January 5, 2006 09:36 PM
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